Out there

Output. Lots of output. Words the pour out. Outlines that collapse. Outright lies masquerading as truth (within the context of fiction). Putting myself out on paper each day. Out of ideas. Out of nowhere. Outlandish plot points. Out of my mind. Outer truth, inner reality. Out on a limb. Out after dark. Out all alone.

I am close now. 796 words away from the finish line. Many more words away from the finished plot finish line (I’m guessing that’s closer to 60K) but that’s OK. Each day–before, during, or after I write NaNo–I sit down and write this blog. It’s a personal commitment because I want to track how it is all feeling in the moment. The blog posts are like little travelogue snapshots–fuzzy at times, oddly framed perhaps, but nice souvenirs to have.

But like a traveler, I want to share the pictures from my trip (oh, we all fear the deadly dull evening that promises to be, don’t we?). A blog is supposed to be a forum, a soapbox, a way to speak to the world. It’s wildly public, or can be, if anyone is listening. So I’m curious. Are you out there (like the Gucci knockoff spammers who comment every day)?

Leave a comment. I’d love to know if all this out is being taken in.

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